Ghost Whisperer

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This is after the Series Finale

Weeks have passed since Melinda crossed over Emily's parents, Michael and Julie Andrews. Emily was up early this July afternoon. She had a meeting with the Grandview High School principal. Ned was going to drop her off at the school for her to get everything transferred and get a tour of the school. Everything that Jim and Melinda had to fill out would come home with her so they could fill it out and meet with the principle on their own time about any questions she has for them. It was also the day she was going to meet the tennis coach. The principal had already set up the meeting. Emily was anxiously waiting for Ned to show up at the house so she could get to the school. She was listening to her iPod, which was, right now, playing one of her favorite Big Time Rush songs, Elevate. Listening to her iPod was her easy escape from the real world to her own world. It also seemed to help her calm her nerves as well get her energy up. However, since she hasn't had to meet with a coach for a team since 6th grade, she was more than slightly nervous. She was sitting outside on the steps with her tennis racket in her hands. Jim was upstairs getting ready for work, as he had to go to be at work in an hour and Melinda and Aiden were at Melinda's shop. Finally, Ned pulled up into the driveway. Emily got up and walked towards Ned's vehicle. She climbed into the passenger's seat, taking out her head phones.

"Nervous?" Ned asked, as he backed out of the driveway. Emily smiled slightly.

"Is it that noticeable?" Emily asked. Ned chuckled.

"Kind of." Ned asked. "You were playing with your tennis racket when I drove up." Ned pointed out. Emily couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"Yeah, I guess I was." Emily said. "but, I'm not only meeting with the principal, but I'm also meeting with the tennis coach and I'm nervous because I've never had to talk to a coach about trying out early." Emily said.

"You'll do fine." Ned said. Emily watched as they drove into town and got to the school. Every inch closer, she started to get butterflies in her stomach.

"I officially don't want to do this." Emily told Ned quickly as the school came into sight. Emily put in her headphones, turning her music back on. Ned just chuckled. She listened to one of the songs that seemed to get her pumped before a game, which was another Big Time Rush song, called Show Me. By the time the song ended, Ned had pulled the car into the parking lot.

"Emily, it's time." Emily took her headphones out and put them back into her pocket. Emily opened the car door. "Are you going to need me to pick you up?" Ned asked. Emily smiled and shook her head.

"No, I'm heading over to the hospital afterwards." Emily said. "Jim wanted to look over the papers and he'll most likely ask me how it goes."

"Alright," Ned said simply. "I'll see you later." Emily turned to leave. "Good luck." Ned said behind her. "You'll do fine." Ned drove off as Emily headed into the building where the principal was waiting for her.

"You must be Emily Andrews." The principal said. "I'm Mr. Brown, Principal of the school."

"Nice to meet you." Emily said calmly.

"I bet you're eager to get started." Mr. Brown said with a smile.

"When do I meet with the Tennis Coach?" Emily asked, making Mr. Brown chuckle.

"Soon, but first, let's get you ready for the fall." Mr. Brown smiled, leading Emily to his office. They filled out any papers Emily needed to fill out for her transcript to be transferred to Grandview High School. Anything Jim and Melinda needed to fill out was in an envelope, which seemed like a lot. Emily got a tour of the school and finally, got to meet the tennis coach, Mrs. Rinehart.

"Mrs. Rinehart, this is Emily Andrews. She's the one who asked to try-out early." Mrs. Rinehart smiled. "I'll leave you two talk." Mr. Brown turned to leave. "Emily, just have your aunt and uncle deliver the paper work. I'd like to speak with them as well." Emily nodded and Mr. Brown was gone.

"You must be eager to play tennis if you're asking to try-out early." Mrs. Rinehart said.

"I've been playing tennis since I was 7." Emily said. "It may have started with the Wii, but I've been playing real tennis since then as well." Emily smiled.

"Well, I see you have your racket, so let's begin shall we?" Emily nodded. They play a good game of tennis. Emily was focused on the try-out as if she was playing a real match. She gave it all. Mrs. Rinehart was good as well. Back and forth the tennis ball went before Emily finally scored. They didn't play a full match, but when they were done, Emily was proud of herself.

"Well?" Emily asked. "Did I make the team?"

"You would have," Emily froze. "If the school board were not planning on dropping the tennis team."

"You mean they're not letting anyone play on the tennis team? It's been sacked!" Mrs. Rinehart nodded. "There's got to be something we can do."

"They've made up their minds." Mrs. Rinehart said. "Our tennis team is in the lowest division."

"I'll petition." Emily said quickly. "I'll petition around town and I'll grab all my trophies and go to the school board. They can't get rid of tennis." Mrs. Rinehart grabbed a piece of paper from her bag.

"Here's the petition form." Mrs. Rinehart said, handing the paper to Emily. "If you can get more than twenty signatures, the school board MAY change their minds about dropping tennis." Mrs. Rinehart said. "The team has already tried, but good luck." Mrs. Rinehart left. Emily grabbed her stuff and put her iPod ear buds in and hurried over to the hospital to talk to Jim.

"Uncle Jim." Emily hurried over to where he was sitting. Jim looked up. "The school board is sacking tennis."

"What?"

"Will you sign my petition?" Emily handed Jim the blank petition form. Jim then got an idea.

"Stay here. I'll be back." Jim said, getting up and hurried away. Emily sat down. She pretended not to notice the ghosts around, though they really didn't look as though they were ghost. They looked like real people. The reason she noticed them is they were trying to talk to someone or someone walked through them. Jim soon came holding more than one paper in his hand. Jim and Melinda still didn't know about Emily's gift and she wasn't planning on telling them soon. Jim sat down and handed some of the papers to Emily. "Give one to Melinda, one to Eli, one to Ned and one to Delia. See if they will help you get signatures." Jim said. "I'll see what I can get here." Emily smiled.

"Thanks Uncle Jim." Emily got up and gave him a hug. "If we can get more than 20 signatures, the School board will have to listen to us."

"Ok, let me see what the school needs me too sign." Emily handed Jim the envelope of papers he and Melinda had to go through.

"Oh, and Mr. Brown wants to met with you and Melinda before school starts." Emily said. Jim nodded, flipping through the papers. He looked at his watch.

"I've got to get back to work." Jim said, putting the papers back into the envelope. "Bring this over to Melinda's shop and give her the petition too." Jim told Emily. "I'll try and have some signatures before I get home."

"See later." Emily grabbed her things and left the hospital and headed towards Melinda's shop.

After stopping at Melinda's shop and giving Melinda all the paperwork and giving the petition to Melinda, Eli and Delia, Delia drove Emily and Aiden back to the house. Emily decided start getting people's signatures around her new home. She has gotten used to living with her Uncle Jim, his wife Melinda and their son Aiden. This neighborhood has been her neighborhood for a month, and even though she missed home, she enjoyed Grandview. After successfully trying to get some signatures, Emily headed home for supper. Melinda was working late as we as Jim, so Delia was there with Aiden when she got there.

"Hey Delia. I'm home." Emily said, walking through the front door. Delia came from the kitchen.

"Hey. Did you get some signatures?" Delia asked. Emily smiled and nodded.

"It's only 6, but it's better than nothing." Emily told her.

"Well, go wash up. Dinner is almost done." Delia said. Emily headed upstairs and into the bathroom to wash up. Delia usually only watches Aiden on Fridays, the two days that both Melinda and Jim are working late or on special occasions. However, today was Monday and both Jim and Melinda had to work late. Emily had agreed to watch Aiden next Tuesday, the 21st for a bit, while Jim and Melinda ran some errands. Emily washed her hands and headed back downstairs and helped Delia set the table. As Delia, Aiden and Emily sat down at the table to eat when Emily's phone rang. Emily answered it.

"Hello?"

"Really?" Delia asked, looking at Emily. Emily froze.

"Is she ok?" Emily asked quickly. There was a pause. Emily sighed. "Alright. Call me if anything changes." Emily hung up the phone.

"What happened?"

"My friend Sara was in a car accident." Emily said slowly. "She's in critical condition and don't know if she's going to make it…" Emily trailed off. "They are going to keep me informed."

"Are you ok?" Delia asked. Emily nodded.

"I'll be fine." Emily smiled slightly, taking a bite of her food. Delia, Emily and Aiden ate in silence. Emily and Delia were cleaning up and talking after dinner when Melinda came home.

"Sorry I'm so late." Melinda said. "I didn't think it would take that long at all."

"It's alright." Delia said with a smile. "It gave me some time to get to know Emily." Emily finished putting the dishes away.

"I'll be up in my room." Emily said, heading upstairs. Delia looked at Melinda.

"She got a phone call today." Delia told Melinda after Emily was upstairs. "Apparently, her friend Sara is in a car accident and is in critical condition."

"Will she be alright?" Melinda asked.

"She might not live."

Delia and Melinda talked for a bit longer and then Delia left. Melinda got Aiden in the bath and ready for bed. Emily was in her pajama's reading her Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone book for the fourth time. Even if they were a little old, she enjoyed reading them. It brought her into a whole new world. However, that whole new world was soon interrupted, and not in a good way.

"Emily?" Emily stopped reading and put her bookmark in slowly. Emily set her book down and looked towards the door. Emily froze. "What's going on?"

"No…" Emily said slowly as her phone rang. Emily answered quickly. "Hello?" There was a pause. "No…it…it can't be true!" Emily looked up and Sara was gone. Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she hung up the phone. It couldn't be true. Jim, who just got home from work, headed upstairs to say goodnight to Aiden. However, he stopped and checked on Emily.

"Emily?" Jim noticed she was crying and walked over to her. "What's wrong?" Emily hugged him.

"Sara died." Emily choked out. "She was in a car accident and didn't live." Jim hugged Emily while she cried. They broke apart. Emily wiped her tears away.

"Are you going to be ok?" Jim asked. Emily nodded, but said nothing. "Alright, I'll come check up on you later." Jim left as Emily curled up on her bed. Jim checked in on Aiden and said goodnight before going into his bedroom where Melinda was.

"Hey." Melinda said, as Jim kissed Melinda on the lips. "What's wrong?"

"Emily's friend Sara just died." Melinda froze.

"How's Emily taking it?"

"Pretty hard."

"Poor girl." Melinda said slowly. "It's been a rough year for her." Jim nodded.

"And it's only just begun."

This story is after New Comer.

Review!

I decided to put Author Notes of Stories being written up on my profile page telling you the status of the story you are reading.

Who else is confused by the whole Jim/Sam thing? I thinking that maybe I'll pretend it didn't happen because everyone see's Sam, but Delia, Eli, Melinda and Ned call him Jim. So...i mean...i might pretend that he didn't die after he got shot, but lost his memory anyway. What do you think?